Personal Narrative: High School Golf Team

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The sound of my alarm buzzed while I struggled to get out of bed. I wiped my eyes and got out of bed. My mind was packed with thoughts and emotions. That day was a very special day for me. I had prepared for that day for months if not years. Just thinking about it, made me nervous. It was tryout day for the high school golf team. Even though I was on varsity since freshman year, I was still nervous because there was always the possibility that you can get booted if your performance is sub-par. After staring at the wall for a solid minute, I shook myself out of the trance I was in and continued with my routine. Minutes passed, and I was ready to go to school. I loaded my car up with my clubs and started for school. I had a hard time keeping …show more content…

We were all greeted by Mr. Freedland, “Welcome guys, I am Mr. Freedland and I am the golf coach. Today, you guys are going to play 9 holes to determine your place on this golf team. I see there are 13 of you gentlemen here today. Unfortunately, only 12 can make the team. One of you guys will be going home today.” I was pretty scared. There were the same 12 people as last year, but there was one new player. His name was Ryan. Ryan came from Montana and it was his first year trying out on the team. I talked to him a few times and I found out that he was around the same skill level as Bill. We made our way to the first hole and Mr. Freedland announced our pairings. I was set to play with Bill and Ryan. I was pretty excited. Many holes later, I had a good round going. I knew I was going to make the team. Bill and Ryan though, were neck and neck. It was the ninth hole and it was time to tee off. I hit a slight draw and it landed straight down the middle. Bill was next. he took struck his ball kind of off and his ball flew over a tree where we could not see where it went. He hit into an area marked with out of bounds stakes. Ryan hit a straight ball down the middle. When we got up to the area where Bill hit his ball, we could not find it. We searched in the dense bushes and came up with nothing. We all stopped searching and agreed that Bill will take a penalty. Ryan started walking to the ball. I turned toward my ball also and

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